Friends
Friends they come into our lives
You think they will always be there
But most turn out to not be real
They leave you without a care.
Then you meet the right kind
Stick with you through it all
Good and bad, happy and sad
Pick you up if you should fall.
I have very few people
That I truly call my friend
For them I give my love
Now and until my end.
This poem is for someone
Who is one of the very few
So with this poem, Terri
A birthday wish to you.
Copyright © Marion Smith | Year Posted 2006
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